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Winter Night (poetic thought by George-B) (the smudge and other poems)

Winter Night (poetic thought by George-B)

And then there was no sound to be heard
while the light dimmed –
behind the  darkness only few impressions survived…

An owl  attacked, and a mouse gave the last cry…

A handful of wind combed the plane of the leaves,
the plane of the air behind the branches:
The ripple in the still surface of the pond 
froze then, as if touched by a spell:

‘There will be no Spring in sight, not anytime  soon!’

(©Always by George-B)